What the Hell is Going on?

Chapter 5: Great Hall

Damien walked into the Great Hall the next morning and sat down at the Slytherin table. He started to fill his plate with food. He couldn’t wait for next Tuesday. It would be October 31, his sixteenth birthday and he would find out if he was a Kinta like his Dad, Grandma and Aunt Sonya.

“Hey, Damien.” A male voice said.

He looked up and saw Draco Potter along with Rhea Black, their cousin. Rhea took more after her Mother with dark red hair, but had pale green eyes instead of the emerald green of her Mother. Draco had black hair like his Father, but it wasn’t a mess like James Potter’s was. It was more like his Mothers. He also had his Mothers grey eyes.

“Hi Draco, Rhea.” Damien said. “How are you this morning?”

“Great. I am so happy to know that it was all a curse.” Draco said.

“Me too. Because if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t exist. Both of my parents were dead when we were cursed.”

“I had been a spoilt little brat and I had no siblings, so boring.”

The Great Hall had a lot more students in it then before since all the people that were dead in the cursed life, were alive and had kids. Bobbi Rosier, the daughter of Evan Rosier sat down beside Damien.

“Hi, Draco, Damien, Rhea. It’s good to see Professor Black back to normal. I missed seeing the real him.” Bobbi said.

“I know. You get so use to seeing him as his Kinta self. But it is funny to see. Dad hasn’t gotten use to it again yet. He purrs really easily and his tail likes to do as it pleases. This morning it kept picking up Dad’s spoon for his coffee whenever Dad went to pick it up. It was funny.” Damien said.

“One thing is that now that the Professor is back to himself, we can tell when he is angry.” Rhea said. “Uncle Sev could never get his tail not to show his anger or happiness.”

Damien laughed. “Grandma said that that was one thing she hated about being a Kinta.”

“Still hoping to be a Kinta, Damien?” Draco asked.

“Of course. I grew up seeing my Dad as a Kinta and it is a great thing to be. I want to be a Kinta and have a mate. It would be so neat. You know that there aren’t many Kinta left. So far I only know three Kinta’s in the U.K. and they are my family.”

“I see your point.” Draco said. “If you end up a Kinta, there is a bigger possibility on any children you have will be a Kinta.”

“Exactly. I don’t want the race to die out.”